Day Four
Title: Day Four
Pairing: Kevin Rolland/Xavier Bertoni
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: Beta by metafic. Takes place on Jan 31st, 2010 after the last night of the X Games. Kevin and Xavier are French freeskiers and apparently best friends.
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Although it hurts every time you move, it doesn't matter. You didn't win, but that's okay. A bronze is better than no podium at all, and Kevin got two, so it's almost like you did too. You show up at the after parties, because there are always more than one, you learned that the hard way your first X Games. But this isn't your first and at the end of the night, you know you won't be going home alone.
You find him before he finds you. He's talking to someone you recognize, but aren't sober enough to remember. He spots you, mouthing help, and you fight laughter. You slip out of his view and through the crowd until you can sneak up on him. You tackle him from behind, knocking him over. You crawl off him and he's laughing as much as the crowd around you. You haul him up by the medals dangling around his neck and you wonder if maybe you should be wearing your bronze.
Kevin meets your gaze and you know exactly what he's thinking. It's rare that you don't know, but this time you don't even have to think about it. You nod and let him make the rounds, saying goodbye. You slip outside, it's chillier than you remember and maybe you're getting sober. You stare up into the falling snow, dizzied by the white flakes against the black sky. Then you feel arms around your waist and you turn.
It takes every ounce of your self control not to kiss him. He grins and you know that's why he did it. You twist out of his arms, laughing. You don't talk as you make your way back to the cabin where you're staying. It's the same one you got the previous year, but this time there aren't as many friends. Which is, really, just the way you like it. You feel selfish, but you don't care because you want to spend as much time with Kevin as you can.
He unlocks the door and the house is pleasantly quiet. There's a loft, where your visiting friends and family, and some of the other French athletes, stay. There are a couple of bedrooms, but yours and Kevin's are in the back. Adjoining rooms, just like everywhere else, when you're not just sharing the same room. You're lost in thought, and when Kevin pushes you against the door, it catches you off guard.
Instinctively you grab his hips, pulling him closer. You're wearing far too many clothes, but when Kevin kisses you, it doesn't really matter, at least for the moment. You push his hat off, threading your fingers through his hair as you kiss him harder. He opens his mouth against yours and you've been dying to do this since the moment he won gold. Even before Wells had his last run. You knew, everything in you knew that Kevin had won.
He shoves his hands under your jacket, pulling you impossibly closer. You kiss him back, harder, biting at his mouth. But then you do have too many clothes on and you shove him toward your bedroom. Or his, whichever comes first. It's your room and you barely remember to kick the door shut. Kevin's peeling your clothes off, leaving a trail as you make your way toward the bed. You struggle to undress him, falling onto the bed laughing as he takes the rest of his clothes off.
You bite your bottom lip as he crawls onto the bed, over you. He's covered in bruises, more than you can count and you know you look the same. He winces a little and so you kiss him until nothing else matters. You shift, pushing him onto his back. He looks up at you and you kiss him again, then again. You see him practically every day and you can't get enough. But this is even better. You kiss him hard, then along his jaw, toward his throat. You want him to know how proud of him you are.
He arches up under you as you bite at his chest, licking along the bruises. You slide a hand between your bodies, fingers around his cock and he shudders. You look up and he's grinning at you. You crawl up him, pulling your hand free and grind down. He moans into your mouth as you kiss him. You press your mouth against his ear and tell him how much you love him, how proud you are. He twists his fingers in your hair, biting at your neck and you tell him you're going to fuck him.
You bite at his mouth, kissing him roughly. You feel him grin as you pull back, fumbling in the drawer for lube and a condom. You manage to get them out without tipping yourself on the floor, which has happened far more times than you'd care you to admit. You toss the condom at Kevin, then squeeze lube onto your hand. You slick your fingers up and then shift back, sliding one, then another, into him. He arches up under you, one hand resting on his stomach, making sure the condom won't slide off where it landed.
He spreads his legs more as you twist your fingers inside him. You push them in as far as they can go and lean forward, kissing him hard. He presses his free hand against the back of your head, returning the kiss hard. You suck on his bottom lip as you pull back. He grins up at you as he rips the condom open. He shifts up, bracing himself with one hand, the other sliding the condom onto you. You lean in and kiss him again, then pull back. More lube on your hands, but this time you move them around your cock.
You watch him watching you as you stroke yourself. Then you have to touch him, you need to be in him. He reaches toward you and you shift forward. His fingers against your arms as you thrust against his ass and then into him. He takes you in, fast and deep and every time is better than the first time and better than the last. You thrust fast, kissing him roughly. He twists his fingers in your hair, just the way you like, as he kisses you back. You thrust faster, hips pressing against his. You can feel him hard against your stomach as you press closer.
He grips your side with his other hand, fingers digging in and you add another set of bruises to your always growing catalog. He kisses you harder, wrapping his legs around yours as you thrust deep. You slip your hand between your bodies again, curling your fingers around his cock and when you pull at it, you whisper how much you love him over and over again. He kisses you, swallowing the words and it turns you on just as much as it did the first time. You move faster, harder and you know you won't last long and you can feel he won't either.
You bite at his mouth, his jaw, breathing hard. He shudders under you, squeezing around you and you forget about everything else. You kiss him again, opening your mouth against his, tongue against his as you deepen the kiss. You moan softly as he takes you in as far as he can. You pull at his cock, stroking roughly and you want him to come first. You thumb the tip of his cock, then stroke it more. He moans again, and you shift, angling yourself and then he comes crashing over.
His whimpers a little, whispering your name as he comes. You moan softly, breathless and close. He goes tight around you, digging his nails into your side and you come hard. Gasping out his name right before he kisses you. You collapse onto top of him, breathing hard. He wraps his arms around you and for a few minutes you just lie there. Eventually you push yourself up, pulling out and peeling the condom off. You toss it into the trash and then lean over and kiss him.
You think maybe you should get dressed or clean yourself off, but it all requires effort. Instead you grab a shirt off the floor, wiping your stomach off, then Kevin's. He grins lazily at you and you almost forget to lock the doors. You crawl back into bed, into Kevin's arms and you kiss him again. You think, as Kevin tugs the blankets over you, that it doesn't matter who wins, just as long as one of you does. When you tell him, he laughs and kisses you, telling you that's exactly what he was thinking.
Pairing: Kevin Rolland/Xavier Bertoni
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Author's Notes: Beta by metafic. Takes place on Jan 31st, 2010 after the last night of the X Games. Kevin and Xavier are French freeskiers and apparently best friends.
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Although it hurts every time you move, it doesn't matter. You didn't win, but that's okay. A bronze is better than no podium at all, and Kevin got two, so it's almost like you did too. You show up at the after parties, because there are always more than one, you learned that the hard way your first X Games. But this isn't your first and at the end of the night, you know you won't be going home alone.
You find him before he finds you. He's talking to someone you recognize, but aren't sober enough to remember. He spots you, mouthing help, and you fight laughter. You slip out of his view and through the crowd until you can sneak up on him. You tackle him from behind, knocking him over. You crawl off him and he's laughing as much as the crowd around you. You haul him up by the medals dangling around his neck and you wonder if maybe you should be wearing your bronze.
Kevin meets your gaze and you know exactly what he's thinking. It's rare that you don't know, but this time you don't even have to think about it. You nod and let him make the rounds, saying goodbye. You slip outside, it's chillier than you remember and maybe you're getting sober. You stare up into the falling snow, dizzied by the white flakes against the black sky. Then you feel arms around your waist and you turn.
It takes every ounce of your self control not to kiss him. He grins and you know that's why he did it. You twist out of his arms, laughing. You don't talk as you make your way back to the cabin where you're staying. It's the same one you got the previous year, but this time there aren't as many friends. Which is, really, just the way you like it. You feel selfish, but you don't care because you want to spend as much time with Kevin as you can.
He unlocks the door and the house is pleasantly quiet. There's a loft, where your visiting friends and family, and some of the other French athletes, stay. There are a couple of bedrooms, but yours and Kevin's are in the back. Adjoining rooms, just like everywhere else, when you're not just sharing the same room. You're lost in thought, and when Kevin pushes you against the door, it catches you off guard.
Instinctively you grab his hips, pulling him closer. You're wearing far too many clothes, but when Kevin kisses you, it doesn't really matter, at least for the moment. You push his hat off, threading your fingers through his hair as you kiss him harder. He opens his mouth against yours and you've been dying to do this since the moment he won gold. Even before Wells had his last run. You knew, everything in you knew that Kevin had won.
He shoves his hands under your jacket, pulling you impossibly closer. You kiss him back, harder, biting at his mouth. But then you do have too many clothes on and you shove him toward your bedroom. Or his, whichever comes first. It's your room and you barely remember to kick the door shut. Kevin's peeling your clothes off, leaving a trail as you make your way toward the bed. You struggle to undress him, falling onto the bed laughing as he takes the rest of his clothes off.
You bite your bottom lip as he crawls onto the bed, over you. He's covered in bruises, more than you can count and you know you look the same. He winces a little and so you kiss him until nothing else matters. You shift, pushing him onto his back. He looks up at you and you kiss him again, then again. You see him practically every day and you can't get enough. But this is even better. You kiss him hard, then along his jaw, toward his throat. You want him to know how proud of him you are.
He arches up under you as you bite at his chest, licking along the bruises. You slide a hand between your bodies, fingers around his cock and he shudders. You look up and he's grinning at you. You crawl up him, pulling your hand free and grind down. He moans into your mouth as you kiss him. You press your mouth against his ear and tell him how much you love him, how proud you are. He twists his fingers in your hair, biting at your neck and you tell him you're going to fuck him.
You bite at his mouth, kissing him roughly. You feel him grin as you pull back, fumbling in the drawer for lube and a condom. You manage to get them out without tipping yourself on the floor, which has happened far more times than you'd care you to admit. You toss the condom at Kevin, then squeeze lube onto your hand. You slick your fingers up and then shift back, sliding one, then another, into him. He arches up under you, one hand resting on his stomach, making sure the condom won't slide off where it landed.
He spreads his legs more as you twist your fingers inside him. You push them in as far as they can go and lean forward, kissing him hard. He presses his free hand against the back of your head, returning the kiss hard. You suck on his bottom lip as you pull back. He grins up at you as he rips the condom open. He shifts up, bracing himself with one hand, the other sliding the condom onto you. You lean in and kiss him again, then pull back. More lube on your hands, but this time you move them around your cock.
You watch him watching you as you stroke yourself. Then you have to touch him, you need to be in him. He reaches toward you and you shift forward. His fingers against your arms as you thrust against his ass and then into him. He takes you in, fast and deep and every time is better than the first time and better than the last. You thrust fast, kissing him roughly. He twists his fingers in your hair, just the way you like, as he kisses you back. You thrust faster, hips pressing against his. You can feel him hard against your stomach as you press closer.
He grips your side with his other hand, fingers digging in and you add another set of bruises to your always growing catalog. He kisses you harder, wrapping his legs around yours as you thrust deep. You slip your hand between your bodies again, curling your fingers around his cock and when you pull at it, you whisper how much you love him over and over again. He kisses you, swallowing the words and it turns you on just as much as it did the first time. You move faster, harder and you know you won't last long and you can feel he won't either.
You bite at his mouth, his jaw, breathing hard. He shudders under you, squeezing around you and you forget about everything else. You kiss him again, opening your mouth against his, tongue against his as you deepen the kiss. You moan softly as he takes you in as far as he can. You pull at his cock, stroking roughly and you want him to come first. You thumb the tip of his cock, then stroke it more. He moans again, and you shift, angling yourself and then he comes crashing over.
His whimpers a little, whispering your name as he comes. You moan softly, breathless and close. He goes tight around you, digging his nails into your side and you come hard. Gasping out his name right before he kisses you. You collapse onto top of him, breathing hard. He wraps his arms around you and for a few minutes you just lie there. Eventually you push yourself up, pulling out and peeling the condom off. You toss it into the trash and then lean over and kiss him.
You think maybe you should get dressed or clean yourself off, but it all requires effort. Instead you grab a shirt off the floor, wiping your stomach off, then Kevin's. He grins lazily at you and you almost forget to lock the doors. You crawl back into bed, into Kevin's arms and you kiss him again. You think, as Kevin tugs the blankets over you, that it doesn't matter who wins, just as long as one of you does. When you tell him, he laughs and kisses you, telling you that's exactly what he was thinking.